| Confessing To An Obsessing | William Afton X Reader |

| Chapter three

✰*+. Nothing like emptying your stomach .+*✰

Emetophobia warning

2:39 AM.

I woke up abruptly, jolted from my peaceful slumber by the sound of a window slamming shut. The wind must have been particularly strong tonight, I thought to myself, trying to calm my racing heart. But then I heard it - the sound of shuffling, hasty footsteps right beside me.

My mind raced with fear and confusion as I sat up in bed, scanning my room for any signs of danger. Was someone in my room? Was I in danger? My heart thumped in my chest as I tried to stay calm and rational.

Then, I heard the shuffling again, but this time it was coming from underneath me. My heart leapt into my throat, and I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next.

But then, I remembered my phone. With trembling hands, I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed it, fumbling with the buttons until the flashlight came on.

"It's probably just a cat or something," I tried to reassure myself, but the thought of a person lurking in my room was too terrifying to ignore. "I don't have any valuables. I'm not of value. I'm not pretty enough to be stalked either."

With a deep breath, I leaned down and poked my phone and my head under the bed, hoping to find nothing but a stray animal. But what I saw instead made my blood run cold.

Eyes. Human eyes, staring back at me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. I recoiled in horror, scrambling back up onto the bed and clutching my phone tightly.

I could feel my breathing speeding up by the second.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I hyperventilated, my mind racing with fear and confusion. And then, as if things couldn't get any worse, someone tried to snatch the blanket away from me. It was like a sick game of tug of war, and I was losing.

I struggled to hold onto the blanket, but it was no use. The person grabbed me, and before I knew it, a rag was placed over my face, covering my nose and mouth. I gasped for air, but it was no use - I was losing consciousness.

As the world around me went hazy, I caught a glimpse of the person who had attacked me. Brown hair and silver glowing eyes that seemed to pierce through my soul. I made a mental note of their appearance, knowing that it might be important later.

I tried to fight back, to push the person away and escape, but my body wouldn't cooperate. Everything felt heavy and slow, like I was moving through molasses.

But then, as a last ditch effort, I kicked the person's crotch with my knee. They grunted in pain, and I was able to break free for a moment. I stumbled backwards, falling onto my bed with a thud.

I was gasping for air, my heart still pounding in my chest. Who was this person? What did they want from me? I had so many questions, but no answers.
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February 15th

I woke up to the bright sunlight burning my eyes, and for a moment, I forgot everything that had happened the day before. Was it all just a nightmare? I hoped so.

I got dressed and headed to work, feeling reluctant and anxious. It was only my second day at the new job, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen.

As I walked across the parking lot, I felt my heart racing at the thought of seeing the person from my nightmare. I didn't remember much about them, but just the thought of encountering them again made me feel sick to my stomach.